"They're dead, Sister Sandrine muttered on the phone at her place in Saint-Sulpice.
"She was leaving a message on her answering machine, please answer.
Hysteria, a late-night investigator at a murder scene and a grieving priest trying to comfort a grieving family over the loss of a member. Now, when she calls the fourth and final number she should only call if she can't reach the other third, the respondent answers to her which, she does not deny any name but she simply asked the caller to leave a message at the signal." The floor tiebreakers!" I begged her to leave the message. He said the other three?
Sister Sandrine didn't know the identity of the four people she was protecting.
But the four special numbers she had stashed under her bed, she had to call her in only one case.
If the tiles of that floor ever broke water and the unknown messenger said to her, that means it's done.
He breached the top row, and one of us was at least threatened and had to recount a desperate sofa. So, call these numbers and warn the others, don't let us down on this mission. That was a very simple silent warning. She was amazed by the plan when she first heard it
If one member's identity is revealed, he can reproduce a sofa that moves a mechanism that alerts others.
But it seems tonight more than one of them has been identified.
Please, I whispered in fear, where are you?
"A deep voice came from the entrance, and it passed away, trembling in fear, and the huge monk clinging to the neutral candlesticks.
It was said. And she shivered and put the phone back in her place.
Is it the keystone?
I do know! Sister Sandrine said honestly. "This secret is protected by other people.
Others are dead!
The man's advance, and his white bite tightens on the iron menorah. You're a nun in a church.
For God and yet you help them?
Jesus left only one true message, "said Sister Sandrine," and I couldn 't
I see that letter deriving in Opus Dei.
The anger burst into the monk's eyes. IT PUSHED FORWARD AND STARTED STRIKING
The nun with the candlestick violently. As the nun fell to the ground, the last thing I felt was a strong sense of doom. All four died
The precious truth was lost forever.
